UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

xxxvi. trapped

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
trapped

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Matt had disappeared with the kanima so they came up with a plan. Harley was tasked to finding Lydia, and to try and figure out what was going on with her. The rest of them, Rhys, Scott and Stiles were off to convince Sheriff Stilinski that Matt is the killer.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Noah asked, once they explained. Obviously leaving out the parts about controlling a mythical lizard to do so.

They stood over a year book in Stiles' room, a red circle was drawn around Matt's photo.

"Yeah," Stiles confirmed.

The sheriff shook his head, "no."

"Yes!" Stiles shot back.

"No," Noah replied sternly, folding his arms over his chest.

"Dad, come on," Stiles said bounding up from his seat. "Everybody knows that the police looks for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

Scott nodded enthusiastically from beside Stiles. Rhys also nodded, although with less energy.

"Yes, except for the fact that the rave promotor Kara wasn't in Harris' class," The sheriff pointed out.

"Right, sorry," Stiles sighed, "I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

Noah shook his head, "No, you know what. They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything- Scott, Rhys. Do you believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you've got to trust us," Rhys explained.

"We know it's Matt," Scott emphasised.

"Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay?" Stiles continued quickly. "Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and if enough of the victims were in Harris' class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine." Noah nodded, giving in to their theories, "I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and it's coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles cried. Rhys furrowed his brows - they did not discuss a motive. "Our swim team sucks," Rhys rolled his eyes. "we haven't won in like six years. Okay we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

Noah sighed, "What do you want me to do?"

Stiles let out a breath of relief. Scott leaned forward."We need to look at the evidence," he said.

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work," Noah replied, shooting Stiles an irritated look.

"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles pleaded. Rhys nodded, his Aunt was working a late shift at the front desk.

"Trust you?" Noah narrowed his blue eyes.

Stiles pursed his lips together, jabbing a thumb at his friends, "Trust- trust Rhys and Scott?"